Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.